AtDS part three
Three On Monday morning, Eleanor’s phone rang at breakfast. She answered it under hawks’- eye gazes from her parents and sister, who sat with a cereal spoon raised halfway to her mouth, dripping milk.
The Corset Thing
The Victorian times. Gothic mansions, carriages, lavish dresses, grand balls, and sweeping romance. It was the era of the Bronte sisters (Wuthering Heights was my first-ever Victorian novel) and Dickens. Bustles and crinolines and arsenic dye and of course, corsets. The oppressive torture device that stole women’s breath and mobility, shifted their organs, and… are a 2021 fashion trend?
Is It Now Acceptable To Dress Like My Favorite TV Show Character?
I am, ashamedly, a poster-child Gen-Zer. I wear "vintage straight" jeans and a middle part... I even make Tik-Toks, for God's sake. So what business do I have saying I'm nostalgic for a time when I wasn't even born?
The Wednesday before the world stopped, Emily asked me to drive to Keene with her after school. She had had her license for six months, and was using any excuse to take advantage of her newfound freedom. It wasn’t as though either of us needed anything, but between her new car and my new job, it felt like something normal teenagers would do. We were sitting on the track field bleachers at the end of English class. It was surprisingly warm for March.
The house has rules. Speak soft. Don’t run. There are rooms you never enter, even though the doors stay unlocked. Through the cracks every surface is dusty with stillness.
As the Driven Snow Part Two
Lily made everyone hot chocolate. As if extra-creamy cocoa with heaping whipped cream was a sufficient apology for “Hey sorry you guys have to stay overtime for a death investigation, but here’s sugar.” To be fair, it wasn’t Lily’s fault at all. And she got the particularly nasty job of keeping all the customers in order while they watched the cops flood the ski lodge.
There is nothing like relief. Flooding into you, cooling your bones. Sitting in the counselor's office, sobbing, I spilled out how I was afraid that Melissa was going to kill herself. Fear. Grief. I felt in that moment that I had already lost her.
I heard someone say — on Tiktok, of all places— that every once in a very long while, you find your soul dog. Your heart dog. That dog that is everything to you. If you’re lucky. I never considered myself a lucky person, but eight years ago, I brought home my soul dog.